Spitfire was taken completely off guard as she stumbled and fell to the floor in little more than a drunken and undignified dive. Any attempt to scream silenced by the crushing clasp of constricting coils that enveloped
her entire head in a damp darkness as whatever had latched onto her wrestled the Wonderbolt to the floor.

The mare landing hard, her hands coming up in panic, as she instinctually tried to prise off her assailant which was latched on like an overly assertive hat. Spitfire unable to react as she felt a sudden compression upon her cranium, as the beast swallowing her gave a rolling swallow, causing the pulsing gullet to ripple in a migraine-inducing roll that concluded with a crushing caress to the crown of the mare’s head.

The winded Wonderbolt confused, unable to perceive her attacker as anything more than the overbearing tactile assault that was wracking her stifled skull. Her shoulders shuddering, her hands grasping, the mare blind, unable to do anything but erratically thrash as she attempted to fight whatever hungry hell had fallen upon her. Spitfire tensing her toned muscles, the motions swaying her hips as her breasts bounced as her entire body moved involuntarily to the jolt of adrenalin. The hormone a energizing shot to her system as Spitfire flapped her wings and bucked her legs in a flurry of motion cascaded out of her body, prompting it to jiggle like jelly, as she lay pinned to the floor by the girthy weight of the annelid assaulting her.

The sensation of leathery skin scraping over her heaving chest followed shortly by a sudden jab to Spitfire’s exposed lower loins. Something sinister and serpentine parting the pussy as a rough and rubbery length struck the cervix as the creature’s tail embedded itself in the mare’s sensitive sexual space. The Pegasus going rigid as she felt the muscular rod ram up her sexual sheathe, before pinching her womb as it pitched a tent in her diaphragm as her body cavity absorbed the ravaging blow. The pegamare spasming around the shaft like a stuck pig as her scream of disdain was stifled to whimpers by the meaty mask that was the groping gullet.

The worm waggling its head in jerky yanks, as it seemed to struggle with spitfire’s shoulders as the feminine frame’s natural widening for her busty torso left its lips lapping, before with a bounding slurp it scaled the petite peaks. The woman’s arms forced to her sides as the annelid scaled the slender limbs, tucking them in neatly so that Spitfire’s hands frantically fidgeted by her wide hips as the beast began to munch on her mammaries. The malleable melons grinding to patties as they offered little more than doughy resistance to the tapping fangs as it swept them into its salivating maw, as the fruit was bruised by a relentless kneading as if they were succulent snow being shovelled. The worm brazen as it was confident that it had subdued its substantial snack to the point she was already little more than a meeping meal, so now it was simply a matter of enjoying Spitfire’s buxom body as the annelid began the exhaustive transport cycle to bundle its plump pony prey into its waiting stomach.

The fanged maw groping Spitfire’s chest as it inched over the buttery breasts, pushing them flat to her ribs so the plentiful mounds could slip into the sucking embrace in a slow, streamlined swallow. The worm’s motions forcing the mare’s spine to flex as each compression brought a perfect fit to the captain's coiled body. The tits trembling as the maw coasted over them, flattening the flesh as the nipples were forced into the promiscuous pillows by the sheer strength of the slurping suction. The creature wheezing slightly as it gulped the girl down, the raunchy raspberries quaking through the blubbery butterfat like a full-body motor boating, before with a slight shudder the folded, flush fun bags were little more than a pair of lewd lumps in the eye-catching bulge that Spitfire was being converted to as the relentless advance entombed her in a second stifling skin. The bouncing breasts pushed down and subdued, as the lapping warmth claimed the squeezable fruit just as easily as the mare’s whining head.

The sweltering heat trickling over Spitfire’s body, as with her bosom bound to her sternum the mare could barely breathe as her thighs jostled together as each roll of the oesophagus scooted her a little further into the dank embrace of her devourer. The mammary mounds complete with little dimples, as the pressure forced the retracted teats to scrape succulently along the pliable flesh, leaving a dull imprint of the feminine wiles that had made many a stallion swoon. The worm’s epidermis not unlike her latex flight suit, as it left little to the imagination as her quivering lump sank ever closer to the bottom of the stomach.

The mare gradually losing her range of motion as her wings were bound to her back, in sync with her fidgeting fingers slipping over the cusp of the lip that seemed to undulate, as if savouring her clenching arse. The creature spurred on by the taste of the mare’s sweat which indicated she was a sufficient supplement to its normal diet, as it rigorously tried to pack the protein into its stretchy tube of a body. The curve of Spitfire’s hips the next major hurdle as her trim middle and pliable tits did little to slow its greased advance, as with some kneading they scrunched up in the molesting tunnel that the mare has steadily slotted into.

The mare reduced to little more than a grinding groin and a pair of thrashing legs, as with a pop the worm retracted its tail and began to claim the luscious lunchmeat that was the bobbing buttocks. The twin moons colliding as the plush cheeks were pushed together, sealing the defiled folds as the gate to the carnal canal sealed with a light clap of the cheeks that echoed in a shuffle of jiggling adipose. The wet pop of the limb pulling free of the punished pussy sodden, as the rough assault alone had been enough to lubricate the intimate area, as it was rubbed raw with the bristly beast’s body.

Spitfire flailing, as her hooves tapped weakly on the coarse carpet, unable to find a grip as she was pulled ever deeper into the stale sack that was this abomination's gastric sleeve. Her perspiration painted body offering little resistance, as her naked body was dowsed in drool before a second later the matted fur was inhaled into the accommodating digestive tract. The fight bleeding from Spitfire’s frogs as her own voluptuous assets were her undoing, the breasts smothering her own breath as they were ground onto her ribs, preventing them from drawing sufficient breath as she burned through the tart air with each horrified breath.

The creature's ambush perfect, as by the time Spitfire could mount a defence she was already up to her waist in its grasping gullet. Her frustration echoing in her hooves, as they fidgeted feebly as if any resistance from now had any meaning other than tiring her out before she was tucked up tight in a tummy. The damp dugs digging into her chest as the motions became more involuntary, as her tail twitched between her legs as they were gradually brought together like a closing noose as she was snared ever tighter with each consecutive swallow.

The tips of her hooves giving one last wave before with a lunging gulp they clicked together and were encased with a final peristaltic pulse as the lips sealed behind her like a closing tote bag. The whole process over in less than 5 minutes as the successful athlete was reduced to little more than an hourglass-shaped bulge distorting the worm’s pole like body as she unwillingly switched the clammy Las Pegasus' air with the sauna-like heat of a hungry worm's bowels. The mare fettered by the simple creature’s tubular anatomy, as she could do nothing but let out raspy noises of disdain as she drifted towards digestion as little more than a quaking lump of famous mare meat….

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Looks like the worm is getting a protein-rich supper, I doubt Spitfire is happy about this turn of events.

Part two of a saucy anthro collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/612844

Part two: you are here

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/613880

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